. To the two people who mailed this week wishing that my absence hopefully means I'm dead.... Well I'm not!  I've been trying a...

. The toughest thing about being poor was having no curtains. It meant the other kids could see in, could see the bare floors, the beat-u...

. Letter #1  Dear Alan, Do you ever think of the years 1988 – 1993, that incredible six year long summer we spent together which built ...

For those of you checking for a new post or feed, the wait is almost over.... There'll be a new Memoires post put up within the next f...

. Sick. We were sick. We lay in bed, wrapped up in filthy blankets, smoking, sometimes fucking, doing animal things, you know... like being...

. There's been a murder, a young girl, and now I can't sleep.  It happened a little over four hours ago. I woke up to a symphony ...

. It's been years now; so many years. If I think of just how many and what I've missed I'll become sadder than the word was eve...

. I mean: I'm bored. Like picking at the wall bored. Or laying on my bed just staring up at the ceiling bored. Constantly thinking of c...

. “Did you get it?” I'd ask “Did you get The Look ?” “Nah, don't think so,” she'd say. “She was normal. Just miserable” “Hm....